Yep, it’s official, I did it! I want to talk about it. This might be a long story so grab a snack and a drink.

I feel like I can say that I’m officially a Hotwife! Never thought I would feel so proud about that. Anyway, my husband and I finally hooked up with a guy around the weekend of the 4th of July. I needed some time to process everything that happened and now I’m ready to share.

We haven’t been in the LS for long, my husband shared his desire in the winter last year (2022). We mostly played fantasy, did research, talked with a few people online, posted pics on Reddit, and made a relationship agreement before moving forward. We never did anything physical with anyone, not even a video chat, maybe some saucy pics were exchanged here and there. We made an online dating profile in June and made some connections. We got in contact with one guy in our area and we hit it off pretty well. We met up with him some time after that and started chatting and sexting for the next couple weeks.

I appreciate that he wasn’t pushy and respected our relationship, our rules and boundaries. He also understood that we play together, something he had little experience with but was open to it. He also had an understanding about our schedule, my husband works a lot of weird hours and I’m a stay at home mom with young kids. We made it clear that this is very new for us, he is the first person we’ve met with the intention to hook up and be active in the LS. We wanted to take some baby steps, so our first meet up was making initial contact; meeting in person and just chatting to see if we vibe. Our next step (our second meet up) was with the intention to get a little more intimate but not go all the way yet. Things like him touching my body, me touching him, kissing, flirting in person, all this in front of my husband. I’ll admit, it was a little awkward at first but it was exciting and very hot. (I haven’t touched another man like that in over 10 years, I was nervous.)

My husband got a bit overly excited and was ready to put sex on the table right then and there. After he and I talked and checked in with each other, we did offer sex but our guy turned us down because he wasn’t mentally or physically prepared for that and didn’t want to ruin our first time. He understands this is a big deal for us plus he’d never really played with a couple before so it was new for him, too. We weren’t sure if sex was on the table at the time so he went into this encounter not expecting anything. Honestly, I found that very admirable and even more hot. I appreciate him more that he didn’t want to rush things either. I completely understood and thanked him for his honesty. I wasn’t put off or disappointed. We hung out a bit longer and talked, flirted a bit, and just had a good time. Don’t get me wrong, my husband was a little disappointed but he understood and respected his decision.

We were able to schedule a follow up date to meet up (with sex on the table- we made that clear). Luckily, our schedules worked out and I was more nervous than I thought. All the thoughts of “What if…?” flooding in. But I didn’t let that deter me. I did, however, enjoy the whole prepping process: picking an outfit, grooming, how I was going to do my makeup, what perfume I was going to wear, etc. Also, my husband helped me with all this and kept reminding me how sexy I am and how excited he is to see me with someone else. All the anxiety turned into excitement and I felt confident as that night got closer. It was arousing and encouraging to know that my husband has my back.

The Night

Earlier in the day, the anticipation for the night was mystifying. Our emotions and our minds were racing but above all, we were electrified. We were giddy like little kids, it was blush worthy. My husband was already excited and aroused just thinking about what was about to happen. He couldn’t wait and had to claim me before we started to  get ready for the night. My goodness, the pre-claim was so hot it made me feel extra excited for the reclaim.

I wore a body hugging black dress that stopped just above my knees with black ankle boots. I don’t normally wear bodycon dresses but this one made me feel incredible. I had gold accessories, a black shoulder bag with gold accents. My hair was down, just like my husband likes it. I felt amazing and ready.

We met him at the hotel lobby, grabbed some drinks, then made our way to the room to chat and make sure we were all clear on boundaries. We didn’t start right away, we were a bit nervous and unsure how to get things going but my husband broke the ice by asking if we were ready for something a bit more exciting. We put on some music, I’m leaning on the hotel desk and I asked my husband to warm me up by making out with me and touching my body above my dress. I was a little nervous but I needed to know for sure that we’re really doing this. After verbally checking with him if he was ready to continue, I called our guy over to me.

When he’s close enough, I grab him by the shirt and pull him toward me and we start to make out, hard. Right there in front of my husband. Things got very hot and heavy fast. My husband backs off to sit on the bed and watch. When we’re not making out, his hands run all over me and he’s kissing my neck. I thought at that point it would be a good idea to make some eye contact with my husband and mouth the words, “Are you ok?” I won’t forget the look on his face or how his body reacted; his eyes were dark, he was breathing heavily, a bulge started to form in his pants, his hand running over his crotch. His expression looked almost unsure but he didn’t want us to stop. He mouthed back, “Yes.”

Our guy grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him and I could feel how hard he was against my hip. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and over me, revealing my black lace bra and my matching thong underneath. His breath caught for a second and he began to breathe a little heavier. He removed my bra and his eyes darted straight to my breast. He had to feel how full they were in his hands and his mouth. His shirt came off and I had to admire his tattoo for a bit, it matched him. He felt soft and warm as my hands roamed over his chest and down to his shorts. He undid his shorts and they dropped heavily on the floor. His underwear was next and I was greeted with a big surprise.

I had seen dick pics from him but they did not do him justice. I was not fully prepared for how big he really is. He was standing so close to me that when his underwear dropped I couldn’t see the lower half but I felt it hit my leg with a heavy slap. At that point, my breath caught. My hands were still on his chest running down his stomach and without looking, I grabbed him firmly in my hand and he was big. Much bigger than I anticipated. My mouth started to water and I got very wet thinking about everything I wanted to do to him. I started to slowly pump my hand around him and feel his length, the head of his cock swelled and was dripping with precum. He felt incredible and I wanted to taste him so badly. We removed my thong and he began rubbing my clit. I briefly removed my hand from his member but he gently grabs my hand and places it back to grasp him again.

I tell him that I want to taste him before we move to the bed. I pushed him back against the nearest wall. My husband gets up to get a better view. He knows what I want to do and decided he wants to capture the moment on his phone (with everyone’s permission and acknowledgment, of course). I start to kiss down his body with my hand firmly grasping his cock. I kiss around his cock and run my tongue from the base to the tip. I wrap my hand firmly around the base and position his tip right at the entrance of my mouth before I lick my lips and open wide to take him in deep. I’m surprised I was able to take in as much as I could. He fisted my hair in his hand and helped me keep pace. When I needed a moment to readjust or take a break, I’d swirl my tongue around his head. I also licked down his shaft to play with his balls with my tongue or suck them in my mouth for a bit. I would also take that moment to lock eyes with my husband for a few seconds. I continued to suck him and ran my other hand up his body and lightly scratched down his chest. I changed my gaze from my husband to our guy while I took his cock deep in the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth deeply after awhile and I was dripping wet between my legs. I was ready.

Apparently, while we were busy with the foreplay, my husband brought out our bag of toys and laid them out on the bed. Condoms, vibrators, butt plugs, and lube were spread out neatly on the bed. This, in a way, told me that my husband was ready for more. As our guy was getting a condom on, my husband pulls me toward him, turns me around to face our guy and starts finger fucking me hard and I squirt all over his hand. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head, I threw my head back and moaned so loud it echoed in the room. Our guy was ready and he wanted to feel how wet I had become. I crawl on the bed toward him while he stands at the other end and I wrap my arms around him. He plays with me a bit while I make out with him.

He gently pushes me down on the bed and pins my knees back so he has access to everything. Without any hesitation, he enters me, fully. I didn’t have a moment to think or really adjust to his size. I think I stopped breathing for a second. He started pounding me fast and hard and I was thrashing everywhere. I knocked over everything that got in my way: the pillow, the other condoms, and any toys. My husband was trying to capture every angle he could on his phone but ended up worrying more about the angles of the shots rather than enjoying the show and the moment.

I was lost in it. My husband was trying to ask me questions but I couldn’t comprehend what was said. I was moaning loudly, the music was on in the background, plus my mind was in the clouds. I felt overwhelmed but also in disbelief that this was really happening. But I have to say, any words of encouragement from my husband was a complete turn on. Things like, “Fuck her harder” or “Baby, you look fucking amazing” and “So sexy”. I loved it all. I loved seeing his arousal and the look of deep dark desire on his face.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t orgasm but I was not disappointed. There was so much going on but I still enjoyed myself. So did our guy. We hung out, laid naked, and talked for a bit. My husband was hoping we’d be ready to go another round but we both were done. I had a great time! I finally did it! I thought I would feel different or have a breakdown but that didn’t happen. I think I was more nervous about how my husband would react in the aftermath. Would he regret this decision? Would he look at me in a bad way? Would he still want me?

As our guy was about to leave, we said that we would keep in contact and try to get together again soon. When he left, my husband and I were running on high from the adrenaline. His fire and urge to reclaim me was strong. I had just been with another guy and my husband just had to have me. The fire behind his actions and determination was so fucking sexy. I can’t quite describe it but I wanted him to tear me apart. I was craving him. I wanted him to devour me so hard that I would be sore in the morning.

The reclaim sex was rough, hard, sweaty, and extremely passionate. I swear I was seeing colors while he was in me, a very euphoric experience. I could still smell the guy’s cologne on my skin, my perfume mixed in, the smell of my husband added to it. I was already a sticky mess from my time with our guy and now I’m being overtaken by my husband.

When we finished, we were starving. With all the activities that just occurred, it took a lot out of us. We needed to refuel so we cleaned ourselves off briefly, got dressed and headed out to dine-in at one of our favorite spots. After eating a very late second dinner, we went back to the room to relax and reflect on what happened. I really needed a shower and a nice long bath for my aching body. My husband drew my bath for me while I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a bath bomb. I didn’t ask him to set it up, but he wanted to help me with my aftercare. He grabbed my phone so I could listen to music while I sat in the tub. He told me he loved me, closed the door and let me enjoy my time alone.

I took my time there. My thoughts were racing but I didn’t feel regret or sadness. I felt a bit proud of myself and happy. I have never done anything like that before and I actually did it! I had a lot of emotions running through me. I was more worried about how my husband would feel and how he would look at me. Would he look at me differently? I was nervous that when I got out of the tub, I was going to walk out and see my husband’s head in his hands and he’d be freaking out or crying. I’m happy to say that when I did get out of the bathroom, my husband was laying on the bed, rewatching the videos of our encounter and playing with himself. Welp, round 4 of sex, here we go! I slept great that night and most of the next day.

We did need some time to really process everything that happened. We actually had to take a step back from the LS to make sure we truly were ok before moving forward with anything else. We had a lot to discuss in the following weeks: we talked about the experience with and without it leading to the bedroom. What did we like? Was there something we didn’t like? What would we do differently? Are we ready to try again? Do we want to see him again? Do we want to play with someone else? Do we need to change things in the agreement? How do we feel now that we’ve done it? Are we ok (as a couple and individually)? Is this for us?

Well, we’re still here and back in it. I feel that I am, officially, a Hotwife.

Thanks for reading and yes, this really did happen.